With every insult, I just get closer to the irrational decision of repacking up my stuff and attempting to take my Lucinda BACK to the other side of the country.
I just thought it was going to be different, you know?
I'm having a hard time living with the feeling of never being good enough for any of you.
I am in desperate need of a Chambers Bay walk with my grandma, a run on a West Coast Beach, and hours upon hours of conversation with the people I love the most.
As disheartening as this is, maybe everyone I know thinks the terrible things about me that I've been told over the last 5 months.
But even if they do, there's something different in the approach.
And I'm just desperate to feel surrounded with love.
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